Liu Ping was sitting on the carriage shaft. Seeing that he did not recognize this person, he asked warily: "Who are you?"
The man was dressed in ordinary people's clothes, and there was nothing special about him. When Liu Ping said this, he knew that this must be the Song family's carriage.
He cupped his hands and took out a small box from his arms and handed it to Liu Ping: "This is what my master gave to Miss Song. Thank you very much for Miss Song's kindness in the past."
Before Liu Ping indicated whether he wanted to accept it, the man had already stuffed the item into his hand, cupped it again, and turned around to leave.
Song Qinghuan listened to the entire conversation and subconsciously guessed that Xiao Ci had sent it. Before Liu Ping could speak, he said, "Give it to me."
Liu Ping responded, and Ta Xue lifted the curtain and took the box over.
A small, square box, ordinary, no different from ordinary objects.
Song Qinghuan held it in his hand for a while, then opened it, only to see a jade seal placed on it. The jade quality was delicate and moist, but it was not the best thing.
This thing seemed familiar, but for a moment I couldn't remember where I had seen it before. I just picked up the jade seal, turned it over and looked at it, and saw the word "Yan Ruo" engraved on it.
"You must be sick." Song Qinghuan muttered and put the jade seal back into the box.
This is Xiao Ci's private seal. She has indeed seen it, but what is the use of Xiao Ci giving this private seal to her.
What else can I say to thank her for her kindness in the past?
Song Qinghuan snorted softly, handed the box to Ta Xue, and then said to himself: "If you return the thousand taels of gold to me, you will truly thank me for your past kindness."
...
As the army left, Xiao Ci sat on his horse and walked at the end of the army.
Chu Han, who sent the jade seal, returned and respectfully reported back, "Master, the eldest daughter of the Song family has accepted it."
Xiao Ci sat up straight, couldn't help but curl his lips, and smiled softly: "This little girl is smart when she is smart, and she will do her best when she is stupid."
As he spoke, his expression became gloomy again, and he told Chu Han: "Don't go to Liaodong this time. I have more important things for you to take care of."
As he spoke, he lowered his voice and explained.
...
In a hurry to go out in the morning, there was no need for breakfast. Song Qinghuan went to Yipinju and asked the waiter to prepare refreshments. Song Dashan hurried over.
Song Dashan followed the first day of the new year for some time, and went south to see it again, and became more and more powerful.
This time, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. When he saw Song Qinghuan, he said: "It's not good, miss, young master, the young master is missing."
"What do you mean missing?" Song Qinghuan frowned, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Song Dashan hurriedly took out a piece of letter from his arms and wrote it down. Tuxue took it and handed it to Song Qinghuan. He then said: "The young master has been away from home lately. He didn't come home last night. He will go home early this morning on the first day of the new year."
When I found this in the young master's room, I didn't dare to speak out, so I had to tell the girl."
Song Qinghuan took Xinfa from Texue's hand, unfolded it and took a quick look, then frowned more and more, crumpled Xinfa into a ball, and said angrily: "This kid."
After saying that, he stood up and ordered: "Have someone prepare the horse."
Before Texue could figure out what was going on, Song Qinghuan had already hurried downstairs.
Song Qinghuan himself had never ridden a horse before, but he knew how to ride a horse. Although his riding skills were not very good and he could not play polo, he could still ride a horse.
Song Qinghuan was anxious, so he didn't care about it at the moment. He struggled to get on his horse, grabbed the horse's belly and headed out of the city.
Song Youyu actually followed the army to Liaodong without telling his family, saying that he wanted to go to the battlefield and work hard like his uncles.
Although it is good to be motivated, he is the only one in the Song family, and the battlefield is a place where swords are unblinking. If something happens, what will the Song family do?
Song Qinghuan was galloping all the way, thinking about chasing Song Youyu back.
The official road was full of tracks of the army. Song Qinghuan had to run for an hour before catching up with the army.
Looking at the long army, he was confused again. How could so many people find Song Youyu?
She rode her horse and wandered through the crowd, looking around for anyone.
Xiao Ci, who had long since taken off his armor, saw her from the carriage and felt happy in his heart.
The carriage pulled over, raised the curtain, and called her: "Little girl."
"Uncle Jiu." Song Qinghuan's face was full of joy, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, he immediately rode forward.
She was still wearing the same dress she was wearing outside the city gate today, but due to horse racing all the way, the dress was stained with a lot of dust, her bun was a little crooked, and her face was even more black and white.
Xiao Ci was in a good mood, laughed, got out of the carriage, and jumped into the back seat of Song Qinghuan.
"Why are you here?" A pleasant voice passed by Song Qinghuan's ear, and the reins fell into his hands.
The whole person was trapped in his arms, and before he could think of how to speak, the horse had already turned around and headed into the woods to the side.
The sound of the neat steps gradually faded away, until the sound was so quiet that it was no longer audible, and Xiao Ci stopped his horse.
He asked again: "Why did you catch up with me?"
Song Qinghuan turned around on horseback and said unceremoniously: "Uncle Jiu, help me find Jing Yu. He is going to Liaodong with the army."
Xiao Ci raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his brows disappeared by three points, but he still took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the dust off her face.
"What's the matter? Is he afraid that the Cao family's army will treat him badly, or that he feels inferior to the Yun family's army."
"No." Song Qinghuan took the handkerchief from Xiao Ci's hand, blurred two of them at will, and hurriedly explained: "He is the only one in the Song family. The sword has no eyes on the battlefield. What if something happens?
Is good."
Xiao Ci didn't answer, only took the handkerchief from her hand, wiped the unwiped parts of her face carefully, and said with a sour tone: "I am also a proud son of heaven, and I have not experienced much in the world.
I have never set foot on a battlefield, so why is it that no one is worried about me?"
Song Qinghuan was stunned for a moment when he heard that something was wrong. Then he laughed and said, "Uncle Jiu, you have seen countless people, but you are still not very experienced in the world."
Xiao Ci glared at her, hummed with his nostrils raised, and shouted: "Zhou Yi, go find the eldest son of the Song family, and say that his family is here."
The man named Zhou Yi didn't know where he was. He only heard a respectful "Yes." and then there was no more sound.
Xiao Ci jumped off the horse, looked at Song Qinghuan from bottom to top, and said with a smile: "You are indeed capable of chasing such a distance on horseback."
Song Qinghuan had jolted the horse so hard that his liver was out of place and even his buttocks were numb. When he saw Xiao Ci dismounting, he reached out and said, "I want to dismount too."
Xiao Ci raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pulled Song Qinghuan off the horse. With a movement of his feet, he pressed her against the tree stump, circled her half a circle, reached out and hooked her chin, and said with a smile: "
I thought you were chasing after me because you were reluctant to leave me...
